From kindergarten, the above picture shows how my future will be like. Helping all my life, the others. I was 5 or 6 and it was the annual festivity at the end if the year. And each year, a play was on the list. That year, I was a cicada. And I had one special mission. Not to help the queen to be released from prison – it is always a price – but to show here the away from the prison throw woods to here home.
Probably did very well since I lost track of the queen after kindergarten. I always smile when I tell the story. Even if I was not the price in the play, I had an important role in it. And as you can see in the picture, I was a bit proud of myself!